Tuesday, January 25, 2011

The hubby has been on a calorie counting kick since before Thanksgiving. Yes you read that right before thanksgiving. Why am I blogging about this now. Well he was really good about not obsessing through the holidays. Now he's started counting mine in addition to his.

Doesn't he know that I love, Love, Love a good caramel Latte. This coming from the girl who hated coffee a few years ago. I was at Panera the other day and without the whipped cream a caramel latte is 460 calories. See now he has me doing it. Shocking! I know.

Because, I'm the girl who never worried about what I put in my mouth. Of course it helps that I always ate small portions to begin with. Since I hit thirty, the metabolism decided it would rather walk than run. Which means it's ambling along and dammit I want it to run like a bear's after it. At least until I burn off the belly.

Whatever happens I will not give up my chocolate. Speaking of things I won't give up, books. In any form, shape, or fashion. Not that anyone is asking me to but Jeffe Kennedy was hanging out over at word-whores the other day talking about buying her first romance novel. And while I don't remember the first one I read. I do remember the most shocking find in my mother's stash. Jackie Collins

Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather when I read the first book. In the privacy of my closet, in the middle of the night. It was bawdy and eye opening to say the least and I enjoyed every bit of it. And I'm still shocked to have found it among the books my mother read. I might be wrong but I think I found it next to a biography of Ghandi.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

So I mentioned in Monday's post that I was back from my goddaughter's christening. What I didn't tell you was that I had a scary experience on the way there.

First of all I arrived at the airport in Orlando expecting my flight to be on time, only to be told that it was going to be late leaving and that the had me protected on the 5.30 flight to Atlanta. Now I should mention that the flight to Atlanta had just boarded and apparently had used my seat for someone else.

So i sat and wait for my original flight. Which meant that when we finally did leave we were late and I ended up arriving in Detroit five minutes late for my connection to Charleston, West Virginia. Needless to say they had to put me up in a hotel. It wasn't the Ritz but it did it's job.

So I arrived early Saturday morning at the airport and discover at my gate that I was at least one of seven who missed their connection to Charleston, WV Friday night. I don't remember just how many people there ended up being, but for the most part it was a friendly bunch who got on the Delta flight which was operated by Pinnacle.

The Plane was deiced and we headed to the runway. Everything seemed fine until we got in the in air and smoke filled the cabin. We were told we were turning around and would perform an evacuation on the the tarmac. We were to grab our coats and leave everything else behind.

Let me tell you there is nothing like seeing smoke in the interior of a plane while you're in the air. the prayer began immediately. Strangely enough I was calm, not calm in the this will be OK way. But the, if this is it then it's ok calm, though I did ask my maker if I could live to see my grand kids. After all aren't you supposed to bargain with God at a time like that.

We made it and though we were cold on the tarmac and even in the fire rescue vehicle where they put us so we could wait for the bus to arrive, I was and am glad to be alive. I made it to Charleston, at three in the afternoon. Yes I still got on a plane. One gentleman bugged out and drove the eight hours from Detroit. But I figured if my time was up it wouldn't matter where I was so I was jumping on a plane and wishing for the best.

I got to see my adorable godchildren. Yes I have more than one, and they are siblings. MY friend and sister of the heart Melissa and her husband Damian. My godparents who I haven't seen in awhile. It was worth the aggravation and fear. Now hopefully I can use this experience to my advantage.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Ok! So it's completely random. Because I have memories of watching Bram Stoker's Dracula being performed in a theater in Trinidad. It was summer and I spent it with my Aunt and Uncle, prepping for my CXC exams.